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FOR  THE  COUNTRY 


RICHARD  WATSON  GILDER 


RICH'D  WHITTEM0RE 
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"FOR  THE  COUNTRY" 


THE  NEW  DAY 

THE  CELESTIAL  PASSION 

LYRICS 

TWO  WORLDS 

THE  GREAT  REMEMBRANCE 

THE  ABOVE  ALSO  IN  ONE  VOLUME  ENTITLED 

FIVE  BOOKS  OF  SONG 


FOR  THE  COUNTRY 


BY 


RICHARD  WATSON  GILDER 


NEW  YORK 

THE  CENTURY  CO, 

1897 


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Copyright,  1885,  1887,  1891,  1893, 
1894,  1896,  1897, 

By  RICHARD  WATSON  GILDER 
All  rights  reserved 


THE  Of  VINXC  P«E8« 


PREFACE. 

THE  spirit  of  the  war  for  the  Union  had  noble 
utterance  in  the  poetry  of  the  North,  and  in  some 
of  the  Southern  literature  there  was  the  true 
"  lyric  cry."  The  period  from  the  end  of  the  war 
to  the  closing  years  of  the  century,  although  a 
time  of  strenuous  action,  has  been  also  a  period 
of  tender  and  heroic  recollection.  In  this  respect 
it  has  had  distinguished  expression,  culminating 
in  the  Commemoration  Ode  of  Lowell.  And  yet 
it  would  seem  not  too  presumptuous  for  the  author 
to  hope  that  the  present  collection,  however  inade 
quate,  may  be  found  to  have  an  interest  of  its 
own  as  voicing  the  sentiment  of  those,  in  this 
later  period,  who  have  seen  comrades,  comman 
ders,  and  leaders  one  by  one  pass  from  their 
living  sight 

The  author  has,  indeed,  been  led  to  believe 
that  the  bringing  together  in  a  single  volume  of 


LtJ*  * 


viii  PREFACE. 

these  verses  —  in  most  part  of  martial  reminis 
cence,  of  comradeship,  of  national  reunion,  and 
of  the  praise  of  heroes- — might  give  pleasure  to 
old  soldiers,  as  well  as  to  others  for  whom  the 
war  is  yet  a  vivid  remembrance.  He  has  hoped, 
moreover,  that  the  volume  might  serve  a  timely 
and  patriotic  purpose,  because  of  its  devotion 
to  the  idea  of  a  vital  and  enduring  nationality, 
and  of  a  citizenship  that  should  be  as  fervent, 
self-sacrificing,  and  courageous  in  time  of  peace 
as  in  the  days  when  drum  and  bugle  sounded 
to  battle. 

R.  W.  G. 


CONTENTS. 

PAGE. 

WASHINGTON  AT  TRENTON.  (The  Battle  Monument ; 
Trenton,  New  Jersey,  October  igih,  1893.)  .  .  .  I 

THE  LIFE-MASK  OF  ABRAHAM  LINCOLN    ....    4 

To  THE  SPIRIT  OF  ABRAHAM  LINCOLN.  (Reunion  at 
Gettysburg  twenty-five  years  after  the  battle.  Read 
at  the  dedication  of  the  monument  of  the  4oth  New 
York  Volunteers.) 6 

THE  BURIAL  OF  GRANT.  (New  York,  August  8th, 
1885.) 8 

THE  DEAD  COMRADE.  (At  the  burial  of  Grant  a 
bugler  stood  forth  and  sounded  "  taps.")  ...  12 

SHERIDAN.     (Died  August  5th,  1888.) 15 

SHERMAN.     (Died  February  i4th,  1891.) 19 

"  PRO  PATRIA  " :  IN  MEMORY  OF  A  FAITHFUL  CHAP 
LAIN.  (Rev.  William  Henry  Gilder,  of  the  4oth 
New  York  Volunteers. ) 22 

MEMORIAL  DAY 29 


x  CONTENTS. 

PAGE. 

THE  NORTH  TO  THE  SOUTH.    (New  Orleans,  1885.).  31 

THE  GREAT  REMEMBRANCE.  (Read  at  the  Annual 
Reunion  of  the  Society  of  the  Army  of  the  Poto 
mac,  Faneuil  Hall,  Boston,  June  27th,  1893.)  .  .  32 

" NAVIES  NOR  ARMIES  CAN  EXALT  THE  STATE." 
(To  James  Russell  Lowell,  on  his  Seventieth  Birth 
day,  February  22nd,  1889.) 51 

LOWELL 52 

SCORN 57 

FAILURE  AND  SUCCESS 59 

A  HERO  OF  PEACE  :  IN  MEMORY  OF  ROBERT  Ross. 
(Shot  at  Troy,  New  York,  on  Election-day,  March 
6th,  1894,  while  defending  the  freedom  of  the  ballot. )  60 

A  WINTER  TWILIGHT  IN  PROVENCE 63 

THE  HEROIC  AGE   .  .  68 


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"FOR   THE   COUNTRY' 

* 

WASHINGTON   AT   TRENTON. 

THE   BATTLE   MONUMENT,  OCTOBER    19,   1893. 

SINCE  ancient  Time  began 

Ever  on  some  great  soul  God  laid  an  infinite 

burden  — 

The  weight  of  all  this  world,  the  hopes  of  man. 
Conflict  and  pain  and  fame  immortal  are  his 
guerdon ! 

And  this  the  unfaltering  token 

Of  him,  the  Deliverer — what  though  tempests 
beat, 


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Though  all  else  fail,  though  bravest  ranks  be 

broken, 

He  stands  unscared,  alone,  nor  ever  knows 
defeat. 

Such  was  that  man  of  men ; 

And  if  are  praised  all  virtues,  every  fame 
Most  noble,  highest,  purest — then,  ah  !  then, 

Upleaps  in  every  heart  the  name  none  needs  to 
name. 

Ye  who  defeated,  'whelmed, 

Betray  the  sacred  cause,  let  go  the  trust ; 
Sleep,  weary,  while  the  vessel  drifts  unhelmed  ; 

Here  see  in  triumph  rise  the  hero  from  the  dust. 


WASHINGTON  AT  TRENTON  3 

All  ye  who  fight  forlorn 

'Gainst  fate  and  failure  ;  ye  who  proudly  cope 
With  evil  high  enthroned ;  all  ye  who  scorn 

Life  from  Dishonor's  hand,  here  take  new  heart 
of  hope. 

Here  know  how  Victory  borrows 

For  the  brave  soul  a  front  as  of  disaster, 

And  in  the  bannered  East  what  glorious  morrows 
For  all  the  blackness  of  the  night  speed  surer, 
faster. 

Know  by  this  pillared  sign 

For  what  brief  while  the  powers  of  earth  and 

hell 
Can  war  against  the  spirit  of  truth  divine, 

Or  can  against  the  heroic  heart  of  man  prevail. 


THE    LIFE-MASK    OF   ABRAHAM 
LINCOLN. 

THIS  bronze  doth  keep  the  very  form  and  mold 
Of  our  great  martyr's  face.     Yes,  this  is  he : 
That  brow  all  wisdom,  all  benignity ; 
That  human,  humorous  mouth;  those  cheeks 
that  hold 

Like  some  harsh  landscape  all  the  summer's  gold; 
That  spirit  fit  for  sorrow,  as  the  sea 
For  storms  to  beat  on;  the  lone  agony 
Those  silent,  patient  lips  too  well  foretold. 


THE   LIFE-MASK   OF  ABRAHAM   LINCOLN         5 

Yes,  this  is  he  who  ruled  a  world  of  men 

As  might  some  prophet  of  the  elder  day — 
Brooding  above  the  tempest  and  the  fray 
With  deep-eyed  thought  and  more  than  mortal 

ken. 

A  power  was  his  beyond  the  touch  of  art 
Or  armed  strength — his  pure  and  mighty 
heart 


TO  THE  SPIRIT  OF  ABRAHAM  LINCOLN. 

REUNION    AT    GETTYSBURG   TWENTY-FIVE   YEARS    AFTER 
THE  BATTLE. 

SHADE  of  our  greatest,  O  look  down  to-day  ! 
Here  the  long,  dread  midsummer  battle  roared, 
And  brother  in  brother  plunged  the  accursed 

sword ;  — 
Here  foe  meets  foe  once  more  in  proud  array, 

Yet  not  as  once  to  harry  and  to  slay, 

But  to  strike  hands,  and  with  sublime  accord 
Weep  tears  heroic  for  the  souls  that  soared 
Quick  from  earth's  carnage  to  the  starry  way. 


TO  THE   SPIRIT   OF  ABRAHAM    LINCOLN         7 

Each  fought  for  what  he  deemed  the  people's  good, 
And  proved  his  bravery  by  his  offered  life, 
And  sealed  his  honor  with  his  outpoured  blood ; 

But  the  Eternal  did  direct  the  strife, 

And  on  this  sacred  field  one  patriot  host 
Now  calls  thee  father, —  dear,  majestic  ghost ! 


THE  BURIAL  OF  GRANT. 

NEW-YORK,  AUGUST  8,  1885. 
I. 

Ye  living  soldiers  of  the  mighty  was, 

Once  more  from  roaring  cannon,  and  the  drums, 
And  bugles  blown  at  morn  the  summons  comes; 
Forget  the  halting  limb,  each  wound  and  scar : 
Once  more  your  Captain  calls  to  you ; 
Come  to  his  last  review ! 

II. 

And  come  ye,  too,  bright  spirits  of  the  dead, 
Ye  who  flamed  heavenward  from  the  embattled 
field; 


THE  BURIAL  OF   GRANT  9 

And  ye  whose  harder  fate  it  was  to  yield 
Life  from  the  loathful  prison  or  anguished  bed ; 
Dear  ghosts  !  come  join  your  comrades  here 
Beside  this  sacred  bier. 

III. 

Nor  be  ye  absent,  ye  immortal  band, — 
Warriors  of  ages  past,  and  our  own  age, — 
Who  drew  the  sword  for  right,  and  not  in  rage, 
Made  war  that  peace  might  live  in  all  the  land, 
Nor  ever  struck  one  vengeful  blow, 
But  helped  the  fallen  foe. 

IV. 

And  fail  not  ye, —  but,  ah,  ye  falter  not 
To  join  his  army  of  the  dead  and  living, — 
Ye  who  once  felt  his  might,  and  his  forgiving; 


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Brothers,  whom  more  in  love  than  hate  he  smote. 
For  all  his  countrymen  make  room 
By  our  great  hero's  tomb  ! 

v. 

Come  soldiers, —  not  to  battle  as  of  yore, 

But  come  to  weep  ;  ay,  shed  your  noblest  tears ; 
For  lo,  the  stubborn  chief,  who  knew  not  fears, 
Lies  cold  at  last,  ye  shall  not  see  him  more. 
How  long  grim  Death  he  fought  and  well, 
That  poor,  lean  frame  doth  tell. 

VI. 

All  's  over  now ;  here  let  our  Captain  rest, 
Silent  amid  the  blare  of  praise  and  blame ; 
Here  let  him  rest,  while  never  rests  his  fame ; 


THE   BURIAL  OF  GRANT  11 

Here  in  the  city's  heart  he  loved  the  best, 
And  where  our  sons  his  tomb  may  see 
To  make  them  brave  as  he ; — 

VII. 

As  brave  as  he  —  he  on  whose  iron  arm 
Our  Greatest  leaned,  our  gentlest  and  most 

wise; 
Leaned  when  all  other  help  seemed  mocking 

lies, 

While  this  one  soldier  checked  the  tide  of  harm, 
And  they  together  saved  the  state, 
And  made  it  free  and  great. 


THE   DEAD    COMRADE. 

At  the  burial  of  Grant,  a  bugler  stood  forth  and  sounded  "  taps. 
I. 

COME,  soldiers,  arouse  ye  ! 
Another  has  gone ; 
Let  us  bury  our  comrade, 
His  battles  are  done. 
His  sun  it  is  set ; 
He  was  true,  he  was  brave, 
He  feared  not  the  grave, 
There  is  nought  to  regret. 


THE  DEAD   COMRADE  13 

II. 

Bring  music  and  banners 
And  wreaths  for  his  bier — 
No  fault  of  the  fighter 
That  Death  conquered  here. 

Bring  him  home  ne'er  to  rove, 
Bear  him  home  to  his  rest, 
And  over  his  breast 


Fold  the  flag  of  his  love. 


III. 

Great  Captain  of  battles, 
We  leave  him  with  thee  ! 
What  was  wrong,  O  forgive  it ; 
His  spirit  make  free. 

Sound  taps,  and  away  ! 


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Out  lights,  and  to  bed  ! 
Farewell,  soldier  dead  ! 
Farewell  —  for  a  day. 


9 


J,J 


SHERIDAN. 

I. 

QUIETLY,  like  a  child 

That  sinks  in  slumber  mild, 
No  pain  or  troubled  thought  his  well-earned 

peace  to  mar, 
Sank  into  endless  rest  our  thunder-bolt  of  war. 

II. 

Though  his  the  power  to  smite 

Quick  as  the  lightning's  light, — 
His  single  arm  an  army,  and  his  name  a  host, — 
Not  his  the  love  of  blood,  the  warrior's  cruel 
boast 


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III. 

But  in  the  battle's  flame 
How  glorious  he  came  !  — 
Even  like  a  white-combed  wave  that  breaks  and 

tears  the  shore, 

While  wreck  lies  strewn  behind,  and  terror  flies 
before. 


IV. 

'T  was  he, — his  voice,  his  might, — 
Could  stay  the  panic  flight, 
Alone  shame  back  the  headlong,  many-leagued 

retreat, 

And  turn  to  evening  triumph  morning's  foul 
defeat. 


SHERIDAN  17 

V. 

He  was  our  modern  Mars ; 

< 
Yet  firm  his  faith  that  wars 

Ere  long  would  cease  to  vex  the  sad,  ensanguined 

earth, 
And  peace  forever  reign,  as  at  Christ's  holy  birth. 


VI. 

Blest  land,  in  whose  dark  hour 
Arise  to  loftiest  power 
No  dazzlers  of  the  sword  to  play  the  tyrant's 

part, 

But  patriot-soldiers,  true  and  pure  and  high  of 
heart ! 


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VII. 

Of  such  our  chief  of  all ; 
And  he  who  broke  the  wall 

Of  civil  strife  in  twain,  no  more  to  build  or  mend; 
And  he  who  hath  this  day  made  Death  his  faith 
ful  friend. 

VIII. 

And  now  above  his  tomb 
From  out  the  eternal  gloom 
" Welcome!"  his  chieftain's  voice  sounds  o'er  the 

cannon's  knell; 
And  of  the  three  one  only  stays  to  say  "  Farewell ! " 


SHERMAN. 

I. 
GLORY  and  honor  and  fame  and  everlasting 

laudation 
For  our  captains  who  loved  not  war,  but  fought 

for  the  life  of  the  nation ; 
Who  knew  that  in  all  the  land,  one  slave  meant 

strife,  not  peace; 
Who  fought  for  freedom,  not  glory;  made  war 

that  war  might  cease. 


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II. 
Glory  and  honor  and  fame;  the  beating  of  muffled 

drums; 
The  wailing  funeral  dirge,  as  the  flag- wrapped 

coffin  comes. 
Fame  and  honor  and  glory,  and  joy  for  a  noble 

soul, 
For  a  full  and  splendid  life,  and  laureled  rest  at 

the  goal. 


III. 

Glory  and  honor  and  fame ;  the  pomp  that  a  sol 
dier  prizes ; 

The  league-long  waving  line  as  the  marching  falls 
and  rises ; 


SHERMAN  21 

Rumbling  of  caissons  and  guns;  the  clatter  of 
horses'  feet, 

And  a  million  awe-struck  faces  far  down  the  wait 
ing  street. 


IV. 
But  better  than  martial  woe,  and  the  pageant  of 

civic  sorrow ; 
Better  than  praise  of  to-day,  or  the  statue  we  build 

to-morrow ; 
Better  than  honor  and  glory,  and  History's  iron 

pen, 
Was  the  thought  of  duty  done  and  the  love  of  his 

fellow-men. 

2* 


"PRO    PATRIA." 

IN   MEMORY  OF  A   FAITHFUL  CHAPLAIN.* 
I. 

EREWHILE  I  sang  the  praise  of  them  whose  lus 
trous  names 

Flashed  in  war's  dreadful  flames ; 
Who  rose  in  glory,  and  in  splendor,  and  in  might 

To  fame's  sequestered  height. 

II. 

Honor  to  all,  for  each  his  honors  meekly  carried, 
Nor  e'er  the  conquered  harried ; 

*  The  chaplain  referred  to  lost  his  life  through  taking  upon  himself 
the  visitation  of  the  army  smallpox  hospital,  near  the  camp  of  his 
regiment,  the  4Oth  New  York  Volunteers,  at  Brandy  Station,  Virginia, 
April,  1864. 


"PRO   P ATRIA"  23 

All  honor,  for  they  sought  alone  to  serve  the 

state  — 
Not  merely  to  be  great. 

III. 

Yes,  while  the  glorious  past  our  grateful  memory 

craves, 

And  while  yon  bright  flag  waves, 
Lincoln,  Grant,  Sherman,  Sheridan,  the  peerless 

four, 
Shall  live  forevermore ; 

IV. 
Shall  shine  the  eternal  stars  of  stern  and  loyal 

love, 
All  other  stars  above  ; 


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The  imperial  nation  they  made  one,  at  last,  and 

free, 
Their  monument  shall  be. 

V. 

Ah  yes  !  but  ne'er  may  we  forget  the  praise  to 

sound 

Of  the  brave  souls  that  found 
Death  in  the  myriad  ranks,  'mid  blood,  and 

groans,  and  stenches  — 
Tombs  in  the  abhorred  trenches. 

VI. 

Comrades!  To-day  a  tear- wet  garland  I  would 

bring — 
But  one  song  let  me  sing, 


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For  one  sole  hero  of  my  heart  and  desolate  home; 
Come  with  me,  Comrades,  come! 

VII. 

Bring  your  glad  flowers,  your  flags,  for  this  one 

humble  grave; 
For,  Soldiers,  he  was  brave! 
Though  fell  not  he  before  the  cannon's  burning 

breath, 
Yet  noble  was  his  death. 

VIII. 

True  soldier  of  his  country  and  the  sacred  cross, — 

He  counted  gain,  not  loss, 
Perils  and  nameless  horrors  of  the  shattered  field, 

While  he  had  help  to  yield. 


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IX. 
But  not  where  'mid  wild  cheers  the  awful  battle 

broke, — 

A  hell  of  fire  and  smoke, — 
He  to  heroic  death  went  forth  with  soul  elate ; 
Harder  his  lonely  fate. 

X. 

Searching  where  most  was  needed,  worst  of  all 
endured, 

Sufferers  he  found  immured, — 
Tented  apart  because  of  fatal,  foul  disease, — 

Balm  brought  he  unto  these ; 

XI. 

Celestial  balm,  the  spirit's  holy  ministry, 
He  brought,  and  only  he ; 


"PRO  PATRIA"  27 

Where  men  who  blanched  not  at  the  battle's 

shell  and  shot 
Trembled,  and  entered  not. 

XII. 

Yet  life  to  him  was,  oh,  most  dear, —  home, 
children,  wife, — 

But,  dearer  still  than  life, 
Duty — that  passion  of  the  soul  which  from  the  sod 

Alone  lifts  man  to  God. 


XIII. 

The  pest-house  entering  fearless  —  stricken  he 

fearless  fell, 
Knowing  that  all  was  well ; 


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The  high,  mysterious  Power  whereof  mankind 

has  dreamed 
To  him  not  distant  seemed. 

XIV. 
So  nobly  died  this  unknown  hero  of  the  war ; 

And  heroes,  near  and  far, 
Sleep  now  in  graves  like  his  unfamed  in  song  or 

story  — 
But  theirs  is  more  than  glory ! 


MEMORIAL   DAY. 

I. 

SHE  saw  the  bayonets  flashing  in  the  sun, 
The  flags  that  proudly  waved  ;  she  heard  the 

bugles  calling ; 

She  saw  the  tattered  banners  falling 
About  the  broken  staffs,  as  one  by  one 
The  remnant  of  the  mighty  army  passed ; 
And  at  the  last 
Flowers  for  the  graves  of  those  whose  fight  was 

done. 

II. 

She  heard  the  tramping  of  ten  thousand  feet 
As  the  long  line  swept  round  the  crowded  square; 


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She  heard  the  incessant  hum 
That  filled  the  warm  and  blossom-scented  air  — 
The  shrilling  fife,  the  roll  and  throb  of  drum, 
The  happy  laugh,  the  cheer.     Oh,  glorious  and 

meet 

To  honor  thus  the  dead, 
Who  chose  the  better  part, 
And  for  their  country  bled  ! 
—  The  dead  !  Great  God  !  she  stood  there  in  the 

street, 

Living,  yet  dead  in  soul,  and  mind,  and  heart  — 
While  far  away 
His  grave  was  decked  with  flowers  by  strangers' 

hands  to-day. 


THE   NORTH   TO   THE   SOUTH. 

LAND  of  the  South, — whose  stricken  heart  and 
brow 

Bring  grief  to  eyes  that  erewhile  only  knew 
For  their  own  loss  to  sorrow, —  spurn  not  thou 

These  tribute  tears ;  ah,  we  have  suffered  too. 

NEW  ORLEANS,  1885. 


THE   GREAT   REMEMBRANCE. 

READ  AT  THE  ANNUAL  REUNION  OF  THE  SOCIETY  OF 
THE  ARMY  OF  THE  POTOMAC,  FANEUIL  HALL,  BOSTON, 
JUNE  27,  1893. 

COMRADES,  the  circle  narrows,  heads  grow  white, 
As  once  more  by  the  camp-fire's  flaring  light 
We  gather  and  clasp  hands,  as  we  have  done 
These  many,  many  years.     So  long  ago 
A  part  we  were  of  all  that  glorious  show, — 
Stood,  side  by  side,  'neath  the  red  battle-sun, — 
So  long  ago  we  breathed  war's  thunderous  breath, 
Knew  the  white  fury  of  that  life-in-death, 


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So  long  ago  that  troubled  joy,  it  seems 

The  valorous  pageant  might  resolve  to  splendid 

dreams. 

But  no !    Too  deep  't  is  burned  into  the  brain! 
As  well  were  lightning-scar  by  summer  rain 
Washed  clean  away,  when  stroke  on  blinding 

stroke 

Hath  torn  the  rock,  and  riven  the  blackened  oak. 
How  oft  as  down  these  peaceful  streets  we  pass 
All  vanishes  save,  lo  !  the  rutted  grass, 
Wrecked  caissons,  frightened  beasts,  and,  merciful 

God! 
The  piteous  burden  of  the  flowering  sod  ! 

Yet  not  all  terror  doth  the  memory  save 
From  war's  emblazonry  and  open  grave : 

In  glimpses,  flashing  like  a  meteor's  light, 
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34  "FOR  THE  COUNTRY" 

A  silent  army  marches  through  the  night; 
The  guidons  flutter  in  some  golden  valley 
Where,  at  the  noonday  halt,  the  horsemen  dally ; 
Or,  look !  a  thousand  tents  gleam  through  the 

black ; 
Or,  now,  where  quick-built  camp-fires  flame  and 

crack, 
From  blaze  to  shade  men  stretch  o'erwearied 

limbs, 
Chant  songs,  or  wake  the  hills  with  chorused 

hymns ; 

Or,  ere  the  dawn  makes  pale  the  starry  dark, 
The  fiery  signals,  spark  on  trailing  spark, 
Write  on  the  silent  sky  their  still  command, 
While  the  great  army  moves,  drawn  by  a  single 

hand. 


THE   GREAT   REMEMBRANCE  35 

So  LONG  ago  it  seems,  so  long  ago, 
Behold,  our  sons,  grown  men  since  those  great 

days, — 

Born  since  the  last  clear  bugle  ceased  to  blow 
Its  summons  down  the  valley;   since  the  bays 
Shook  with  the  roar  of  fort  and  answering  fleet, — 
Our  very  children  look  into  our  eyes 
And  find  strange  records,  with  a  mute  surprise ; 
As  they  some  curious  traveler  might  greet 
Who  kept  far  countries  in  his  musing  mind, 
Beyond  the  weltering  seas,  the  mountain-walls 

behind. 

And  yet  it  was  this  land,  and  not  another, 
Where  blazed  war's  flame  and  rolled  the  battle- 
cloud. 
In  all  this  land  there  was  no  home  where  brother, 


36  "FOR  THE  COUNTRY" 

Father,  or  son  hurried  not  forth ;  where  bowed 
No  broken-hearted  woman  when  pale  Death 
Laid  his  cold  finger  on  the  loved  one's  breath. 

LIKE  to  a  drama  did  the  scene  unroll — 
Some  dark,  majestic  drama  of  the  soul, 
Wherein  all  strove  as  actors,  hour  by  hour, 
Yet  breathless  watched  the  whole  swift,  tragic 

play. 

Faithful  did  each  his  little  part  essay, 
Urged  to  an  end  unknown  by  one  all-knowing 

Power ; 

While  if  the  drama  pauses,  now  and  then, 
On  the  huge  stage,  't  is  for  a  moment  only — 
Here  at  the  heart  or  in  some  vista  lonely, 
A  single  hero  or  a  million  men, 


THE   GREAT   REMEMBRANCE  37 

And  with  the  tragic  theme  the  world  resounds 

again. 

First,  in  the  awful  waiting  came  the  shock, 
The  shame  unbearable,  the  sacred  flag  assailed — 
Assailed  in  freedom's  name  by  those  who  freedom 

mock! 

Ah,  then  the  oath,  to  stand  as  stands  the  rock 
'Gainst  flood  and  tempest,  lest  that  flag  be  trailed 
And  torn,  or  any  star  therefrom  be  lost — 
The  oath,  murmured  alone,  or  where  the  crowd, 
As  by  a  wind  of  heaven  swept  and  tost, 
Passioned  its  soul  to  God,  and  strong  men  wept 

aloud. 

Then  sweet  farewell !    O  bitter-sweet  farewell ; 
O  brave  farewell !     Who  were  the  bravest  then, 

Or  they  who  went,  or  waited  —  women  or  men  ? 

3* 


38  "FOR  THE  COUNTRY" 

They  who  the  cheers  heard,  or  the  funeral  knell  ? 
They  who  stepped  proudly  to  the  rattling  drum, 
Inflamed  by  war's  divine  delirium, 
Or  they  who  knew  no  mad  joy  of  the  fight, 
And  yet  breathed  on  through  waiting  day  and 
weeping  night  ? 

FAREWELL  and  forward !  Oh,  to  live  it  over, 
The  first  wild  heart-beat  of  heroic  hours  ! 
Forward,  like  mountain-torrents  after  showers  ! 
Forward  to  death,  as  to  his  bride  the  lover ! 
Forward,  till  quick  recoils  the  impetuous  flood, 
And  ends  the  first  dread  scene  in  terror  and  in 

blood  ! 

Onward  once  more,  through  sun  and  shivering 
storm, — 


THE  GREAT   REMEMBRANCE  39 

A  monstrous  length  with  wavering  bulk  enorm, — 
Wounded  or  striking,  bringing  blood  or  bleeding, 
Onward,  still  on,  the  agony  unheeding ! 
Onward  with  failing  heart,  or  courage  high  ! 
Onward  through  heat,  and  hunger,  and  dismay, 
Turning  the  starry  night  to  murderous  day ! 
Onward,  with  hope  appalled,  once  more  to  strike, 
and  die  ! 

So  MARCHED,  so  fought,  so  agonized,  the 

hosts ; 
Battling  through  forests  ;  rotting  where  slow 

crawls 
The  deathly  swamp-stream ;  and  like  pallid 

ghosts 
Haunting  the  hospitals,  and  loathed  prison-walls. 


40  "FOR  THE  COUNTRY" 

They  knew  what  freedom  was,  and  right  to 

breathe 

Clean  air  who  burrowed  from  the  filth  and  seethe 
Of  foulest  pens,  only  that  dogs  might  track, 
And  to  the  death-pit  drag  their  living  corpses 

back. 
Oh,  would  to  Heaven  some  sights  could  fade 

from  out 

Clear  memory's  all  too  melancholy  page  — 
Fade  and  be  gone  forever !     Let  the  shout 
Of  victory  only  linger,  and  the  rage 
And  glory  of  battle  over  land  and  sea, 
And  all  that  noblest  is  in  war's  fierce  pageantry. 

Echoes  of  deeds  immortal,  Oh,  awake ! 
Tremble  to  language,  into  music  break, 
Till  lyric  memory  takes  the  old  emotion, 


THE   GREAT  REMEMBRANCE  41 

And  leaps  from  heart  to  heart  the  ancient  thrill ! 
Tell  of  great  deeds  that  yet  the  wide  earth  fill : 
How  first  upon  the  amazed  waves  of  ocean 
The  black,  infernal,  deadly  armored-ships 
Together  rushed,  and  all  the  world  stood  still, 
While  a  new  word  of  war  burst  from  those  iron 

lips; 

How  up  the  rivers  thundered  the  strong  fleets  ; 
How  the  great  captains  'gainst  each  other  dashed 
Gigantic  armies.     What  wild  welcome  meets 
Some  well-loved  chief  who,  ere  those  armies 

clashed, 

Rides  like  a  whirlwind  the  embattled  line, 
Kindling  the  stricken  ranks  to  bravery  divine ! 
And,  hark,  at  set  of  sun,  the  cheer  that  greets 
Victorious  news  from  far-off  armies,  flashed 


42  "FOR  THE   COUNTRY" 

From  camp  to  camp,  with  roar  on  answering  roar, 
Like  bellowing  waves  that  track  the  tempest 

down  the  shore. 

But  chiefly  tell  of  that  one  hour  of  all 
When  threatening  war  rolled  highest  its  full  tide, 
Even  to  the  perilous  northern  mountain-side 
Where  Heaven  should  bid  our  good  cause  rise  or 

fall. 

Tell  of  that  hour,  for  never  in  all  the  world 
Was  braver  army  against  braver  hurled. 
To  both  the  victory,  all  unawares, 
Beyond  all  dreams  of  losing  or  of  winning; 
For  the  new  land  which  now  is  ours  and  theirs, 
Had  on  that  topmost  day  its  glorious  beginning. 
They  who  charged  up  that  drenched  and 

desperate  slope 


THE  GREAT   REMEMBRANCE  43 

Were  heroes  all  —  and  looked  in  heroes'  eyes ! 
Ah  !  heroes  never  heroes  did  despise  ! 
That  day  had  Strife  its  bloodiest  bourn  and  scope ; 
Above  the  shaken  hills  and  sulphurous  skies 
Peace  lifted  up  her  mournful  head  and  smiled  on 
Hope. 

RUSHED  the  great  drama  on  its  tragic  way 
Swift  to  the  happy  end  from  that  tremendous  day. 
Happy,  indeed,  could  memory  lose  her  power 
And  yield  to  joy  alone  the  glad,  triumphant  hour; 
Happy  if  every  aching  heart  could  shun 
Remembrance  of  the  unreturning  one  ; 
If  at  the  Grand  Review,  when  mile  on  mile 
And  day  on  day  the  marching  columns  passed, 
Darkened  not  o'er  the  world  the  shadow  vast 


44  "FOR  THE  COUNTRY" 

Of  his  foul  murder  —  he  the  free  from  guile, 
Sad-hearted,  loving,  and  beloved,  and  wise, 
Who  ruled  with  sinewy  hands  and  dreaming  eyes. 
What  soul  that  lived  then  who  remembers  not 
The  hour,  the  landscape,  ah  !  the  very  spot, — 
Hateful  for  aye, — where  news  that  he  was  slain 
Fell  like  a  hammer  on  the  dazed  brain ! 


So  LONG  ago  it  was,  so  long  ago, 
All,  all  have  passed ;  the  terror  and  the  splendor 
Have  turned  like  yester-evening's  stormy  glow 
Into  a  sunset  memory  strange  and  tender. 
How  beautiful  it  seems,  what  lordly  sights, 
What  deeds  sublime,  what  wondrous  days  and 
nights, 


THE   GREAT   REMEMBRANCE  45 

What  love  of  comrades,  ay,  what  quickened 

breath, 

When  first  we  knew  that,  startled,  quailing,  still 
We  too,  even  we,  along  the  blazing  hill, 
We,  with  the  best,  could  face  and  conquer  death! 


GLORIOUS  all  these,  but  these  all  less  than 

nought 

To  the  one  passion  of  those  days  divine, 
Love  of  the  land  our  own  hearts'  blood  had 

bought — 

Our  country,  our  own  country,  yours  and  mine, 
Then  known,  then  sternly  loved,  first  in  our  lives. 
Ah  !  loved  we  not  our  children,  sisters,  wives? 
But  our  own  country,  this  was  more  than  they, — 


46  "FOR  THE  COUNTRY" 

Our  wives,  our  children,  this,  —  our  hope,  our 

love 

For  all  most  dear,  but  more — the  dawning  day 
Of  freedom  for  the  world,  the  hope  above 
All  hope  for  the  sad  race  of  man.     For  where, 
In  what  more  lovely  world,  'neath  skies  more  fair, 
If  freedom  here  should  fail,  could  it  find  soil  and 

air? 
In  this  one  thought,  one  passion, — whate'er 

fate 

Still  may  befall,  —  one  moment  we  were  great ! 
One  moment  in  life's  brief,  perplexed  hour 
We  climbed  the  height  of  being,  and  the  power 
That  falls  alone  on  those  who  love  their  kind 
A  moment  made  us  one  with  the  Eternal  Mind. 


THE   GREAT   REMEMBRANCE  47 

ONE  moment,  ah!  not  so,  dear  Country  !    Thou 
Art  still  our  passion;  still  to  thee  we  bow 
In  love  supreme  !     Fairer  than  e'er  before 
Art  thou  to-day,  from  golden  shore  to  shore 
The  home  of  freemen.     Not  one  stain  doth  cling 
Now  to  thy  banner.     Argosies  of  war 
On  thy  imperial  rivers  bravely  fling 
Flags  of  the  nations,  but  no  message  bring 
Save  of  peace  only ;  while,  behold,  from  far 
The  Old  World  comes  to  greet  thy  natal  star 
That  with  the  circling  century  returns, 
And  in  the  Western  heavens  with  fourfold  beauty 
burns. 

LAND  that  we  love  !  Thou  Future  of  the  World ! 
Thou  refuge  of  the  noble  heart  oppressed  ! 


48  "FOR  THE  COUNTRY" 

Oh  never  be  thy  shining  image  hurled 
From  its  high  place  in  the  adoring  breast 
Of  him  who  worships  thee  with  jealous  love  ! 
Keep  thou  thy  starry  forehead  as  the  dove 
All  white,  and  to  the  eternal  Dawn  inclined ! 
Thou  art  not  for  thyself  but  for  mankind, 
And  to  despair  of  thee  were  to  despair 
Of  man,  of  man's  high  destiny,  of  God  ! 
Of  thee  should  man  despair,  the  journey  trod 
Upward,  through  unknown  eons,  stair  on  stair, 
By  this  our  race,  with  bleeding  feet  and  slow, 
Were  but  the  pathway  to  a  darker  woe 
Than  yet  was  visioned  by  the  heavy  heart 
Of  prophet.     To  despair  of  thee  !     Ah  no  ! 
For  thou  thyself  art  Hope,  Hope  of  the  World 
thou  art ! 


THE  GREAT  REMEMBRANCE  49 

COMRADES  beloved,  see,  the  fire  burns  low, 
And  darkness  thickens.    Soon  shall  our  brief  part 
On  earth  forever  end,  and  we  shall  go 
To  join  the  unseen  ranks ;  nor  will  we  swerve 
Or  fear,  when  to  the  silent,  great  reserve 
At  last  we  ordered  are  —  as  one  by  one 
Our  Captains  have  been  called,  their  labors  done, 
To  rest  and  wait  in  the  Celestial  Field. 
Ay,  year  by  year,  we  to  the  dead  did  yield 
Our  bravest.     Them  we  followed  to  the  tomb 
Sorrowing;  for  they  were  worthy  of  our  love  — 
High-souled  and  generous,  loving  peace  above 
War  and  its  glories ;  therefore  lives  no  gloom 
In  this  our  sorrow ;  rather  pride,  and  praise, 
And  gratitude,  and  memory  of  old  days. 

A  little  while  and  these  tired  hands  shall  cease 
4 


50  "FOR  THE   COUNTRY" 

To  lift  obedient  or  in  war  or  peace  — 
Faithful  we  trust  in  peace  as  erst  in  war ; 
And  on  the  scroll  of  peace  some  triumphs  are 
Noble  as  battles  won ;  though  less  resounds 
The  fame,  as  deep  and  bitter  are  the  wounds. 

But  now  the  fire  burns  low,  and  we  must  sleep 
Erelong,  while  other  eyes  than  ours  the  vigil  keep. 
And  after  we  are  gone,  to  other  eyes 
That  watch  below  shall  come,  in  starry  skies, 
A  fairer  dawn,  whereon  in  fiery  light 
The  Eternal  Captain  shall  his  signals  write ; 
And  shaken  from  rest,  and  gazing  at  that  sign, 
On  shall  the  mighty  Nation  move,  led  by  a  hand 
divine. 


"NAVIES   NOR   ARMIES    CAN    EXALT 
THE    STATE." 

TO  JAMES   RUSSELL   LOWELL,    ON   HIS   SEVENTIETH 
BIRTHDAY. 

NAVIES  nor  armies  can  exalt  the  state, — 
Millions  of  men,  nor  coined  wealth  untold  : 
Down  to  the  pit  may  sink  a  land  of  gold  ; 

But  one  great  name  can  make  a  country  great. 


LOWELL. 

I 
FROM  the  shade  of  the  elms  that  murmured  above 

thy  birth 
And  the  pines  that  sheltered  thy  life  and 

shadowed  the  end, 
'Neath  the  white- blue  skies  thee  to  thy  rest  we 

bore  — 
'Neath  the  summer  skies  thou  didst  love,  'mid  the 

songs  of  thy  birds, 
By  thy  childhood's  stream,  'neath  the  grass  and 

the  flowers  thou  knewest, 


LOWELL  53 

Near  the  grave  of  the  singer  whose  name  with 

thine  own  is  enlaureled, 
By  the  side  of  the  brave  who  live  in  thy  deathless 

song, 
Here  all  that  was  mortal  of  thee  we  left,  with  our 

tears, 
With  our  love,  and  our  grief  that  could  not  be 

quenched  or  abated; 
For  even  the  part  that  was  mortal,  sweet  friend 

and  companion : 
That  face,  and  that  figure  of  beauty,  and  flashing 

eye 
Which  in  youth  shone  forth  like  a  god's  'mid 

lesser  men, 
And  in  gray-haired,  strenuous  age  still  glowed 

and  lustered, — 
4* 


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These,  too,  were  dear  to  us,— blame  us  not, 
soaring  spirit ! 

These,  too,  were  dear,  and  now  we  shall  never 
behold  them, 

Nor  ever  shall  feel  the  quick  clasp  of  thy  welcom 
ing  hand. 


II 

But  not  for  ourselves  alone  are  we  spent  in 
grieving: 

For  the  stricken  Land  we  mourn  whose  light  is 
darkened, 

Whose  soul  in  sorrow  went  forth  in  the  night 
time  with  thine. 

Lover  and  laureate  thou  of  the  wide  New  World, 


LOWELL  55 

Whose  pines  and  prairies  and  people  and 

teeming  soil, 
Where  was  shaken  of  old  the  seed  of  the  freedom 

of  men, 
Thou  didst  love  as  a  strong  man  loveth  the 

maiden  he  woos, — 
Not  the  woman  he  toys  with,  and  sings  to,  and, 

passing,  forgets,- — 
Whom  he  woos,  whom  he  wins,  whom  he  weds ; 

his  passion,  his  pride, 
Who  no  shadow  of  wrong  shall  suffer,  who  shall 

stand  in  his  sight 
Pure  as  the  sky  of  the  evil  her  foeman  may 

threat, 
Save  by  word  or  by  thought  of  her  own  in  her 

whiteness  untouched, 


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And  wounded  alone  of  the  lightning  her  spirit 
engenders. 

Ill 

Take  of  thy  grief  new  strength,  new  life,  O  Land ! 
Weep  no  more  he  is  lost,  but  rejoice  and  be  glad 

forever 
That  thy  lover  who  died  was  born  for  thy 

pleasure,  thy  glory — 
While  his  love  and  his  fame  light  ever  thy 

climbing  path. 
August  14,  1891. 


SCORN. 

WHO  are  the  men  that  good  men  most  despise  ? 
Not  they  who,  ill  begot,  and  spawned  in  shame 
Riot  and  rob,  or  rot  before  men's  eyes ; 
Who  basely  live,  and  dying  leave  no  name. 

These  are  the  piteous  refuse  of  mankind  ; 

Fatal  the  ascendant  star  when  they  were  born 
Distort  in  body,  starved  in  soul  and  mind. 
Ah,  not  for  them  the  good  man's  bitter  scorn. 


58  "FOR  THE  COUNTRY" 

He,  only,  is  the  despicable  one 

Who  lightly  sells  his  honor  as  a  shield 

For  fawning  knaves,  to  hide  them  from  the  sun. 

Too  nice  for  crime  yet,  coward,  he  doth  yield 
For  crime  a  shelter.     Swift  to  Paradise 
The  contrite  thief,  not  Judas  with  his  price ! 


FAILURE   AND   SUCCESS. 

HE  fails  who  climbs  to  power  and  place 
Up  the  pathway  of  disgrace. 
He  fails  not  who  makes  truth  his  cause, 
Nor  bends  to  win  the  crowd's  applause. 
He  fails  not — he  who  stakes  his  all 
Upon  the  right,  and  dares  to  fall. 
What  though  the  living  bless  or  blame, 
For  him  the  long  success  of  fame. 


A   HERO   OF   PEACE. 

IN  MEMORY  OF  ROBERT  ROSS  I  SHOT  AT  TROY,  NEW 
YORK,  ON  ELECTION  DAY,  MARCH  6,  1894,  WHILE 
DEFENDING  THE  FREEDOM  OF  THE  BALLOT. 

I. 

"  No  bugle  on  the  blast 

Calls  warriors  face  to  face ; 
Grim  battle  being  forever  past 
Gone  is  the  hero-race." 

II. 

Ah  no !  there  is  no  peace ! 
—  If  liberty  shall  live 


A  HERO  OF  PEACE  61 

Never  may  freemen  dare  to  cease 
Their  love,  their  life  to  give. 


III. 

Unto  the  patriot's  heart 

The  silent  summons  comes ; 

Not  braver  he  who  does  his  part 
To  the  sound  of  beating  drums. 


IV. 

And  thou  who  gavest  youth, 
And  life,  and  all  most  dear ; 

Sweet  soul,  impassionate  of  truth, 
White  on  thy  murdered  bier !  — 


62  "FOR  THE  COUNTRY" 

V. 
Thy  deed,  thy  date,  thy  name 

Are  wreathed  with  deathless  flowers. 
Thy  fate  shall  be  the  guiding  flame 

That  lights  to  nobler  hours. 


A   WINTER    TWILIGHT    IN    PROVENCE. 

ST.-REMY   DE  PROVENCE,   JANUARY,   1896. 

A  STRANGER  in  a  far  and  ancient  land, 

At  evening-light  I  wander.      Shade  on  shade 

The  mountain  valleys  darken,  and  the  plain 

Grows  dim  beneath  a  chill  and  iron  sky. 

The  trees  of  peace  take  the  last  gray  of  day  — 

Day  that  shone  soft  on  olives,  misty- green, 

And  aisles  of  wind-forbidding  cypresses, 

And  long,  white  roads,  whitely  with  plane-trees 

lined, 

And  farms  content,  and  happy  villages, — 
A  land  that  lies  close  in  the  very  heart 


64  "FOR  THE  COUNTRY" 

Of  history, —  and  brave,  and  free,  and  gay ; 
In  all  its  song  lingering  one  tone  of  pain. 
But  now  the  wintry  twilight  silent  falls, 
And  ghosts  of  other  days  stalk  the  lone  fields ; 
While  through  yon  sunk  and  immemorial  road, 
Rock- furrowed,  rough,  and  like  a  torrent's  bed, 
Far-stretching  into  night  'twixt  twilight  farms, 
I  see  in  dream  the  unhistoried  armies  pass, 
With  barbarous  banners  trailing  'gainst  the 

gloom ; 

Then,  in  a  thought's  flash  (centuries  consumed), 
In  this  deep  path  a  stern,  and  refluent  wave, 
Brims  the  confined  and  onward-pressing  march 
With  standards  slantwise  borne ;  so,  to  the 

mind, 
The  all-conquering  eagle  northward  takes  its 

flight, 


A  WINTER  TWILIGHT  IN  PROVENCE.          65 

And  one  stern  empire  widens  o'er  the  world. 
There  looms  the  arch  of  war  where  once,  long 

gone, 

In  these  still  fields,  against  those  thymy  slopes, 
An  alien  city  reared  imperial  towers : 
See  sculptured  conqueror,  and  slave  in  chains 
Mournful  a  myriad  years ;  and  near  the  arch 
The  heaven-climbing,  templed  monument 
Embossed  with  horse  and  furious  warrior ! 
Millenniums  have  sped  since  those  grim  wars 
Here  grimly  carved,  the  wonder  of  the  churl, 
The  very  language  dead  those  warriors  cried. 
Deepens  the  dusk,  and  on  the  neighboring  height 
A  rock-hewn  palace  cuts  the  edge  of  day 
In  giant  ruins  stark  against  the  sky : 

Ah,  misery  !  I  know  their  piteous  tale 
5 


66  "FOR  THE  COUNTRY" 

Of  armed  injustice,  monstrous,  treacherous 

force. 

Deepens  the  dusk,  and  the  enormous  towers, 
Still  lording  o'er  a  living  city  near, 
Are  lost  to  sight ;  but  not  to  thought  are  lost 
A  hundred  stories  of  the  old-time  curse  — 
War  and  its  ravagings.     Deepens  the  dusk 
On  westward  mountains  black  with  olden  crime 
And  steeped  in  blood  spilled  in  the  blessed  name 
Of  him  the  Roman  soldiers  crucified  — 
The  Prince  of  Peace.     Deepens  the  dusk,  and  all 
The  nearer  landscape  glimmers  into  dark, 
And  nought  shows  clear  save  yonder  wayside 

cross 

Against  the  lurid  west  whose  dying  gleam 
Of  ghastly  sunlight  frights  the  brooding  soul. 


A  WINTER  TWILIGHT  IN   PROVENCE  67 

DEAR  country  mine !  far  in  that  viewless  west, 
And  ocean- warded,  strife  thou  too  hast  known ; 
But  may  thy  sun  hereafter  bloodless  shine, 
And  may  thy  way  be  onward  without  wrath, 
And  upward  on  no  carcase  of  the  slain ; 
And  if  thou  smitest,  let  it  be  for  peace 
And  justice —  not  in  hate,  or  pride,  or  lust 
Of  empire.     Mayst  thou  ever  be,  O  land  ! 
Noble  and  pure  as  thou  art  free  and  strong: 
So  shalt  thou  lift  a  light  for  all  the  world 
And  for  all  time,  and  bring  the  Age  of  Peace. 


THE    HEROIC   AGE. 

HE  speaks  not  well  who  doth  his  time  deplore, 

Naming  it  new  and  little  and  obscure, 

Ignoble  and  unfit  for  lofty  deeds. 

All  times  were  modern  in  the  time  of  them, 

And  this  no  more  than  others.     Do  thy  part 

Here  in  the  living  day,  as  did  the  great 

Who  made  old  days  immortal !     So  shall  men, 

Gazing  long  back  to  this  far-looming  hour, 

Say:  "Then  the  time  when  men  were  truly  men : 

Though  wars  grew  less,  their  spirits  met  the  test 

Of  new  conditions;  conquering  civic  wrong; 


THE   HEROIC  AGE  69 

Saving  the  state  anew  by  virtuous  lives; 
Guarding  the  country's  honor  as  their  own, 
And  their  own  as  their  country's  and  their  sons': 
Defying  leagued  fraud  with  single  truth; 
Not  fearing  loss;  and  daring  to  be  pure. 
When  error  through  the  land  raged  like  a  pest, 
They  calmed  the  madness  caught  from  mind  to 

mind 

By  wisdom  drawn  from  eld,  and  counsel  sane; 
And  as  the  martyrs  of  the  ancient  world 
Gave  Death  for  man,  so  nobly  gave  they  Life: 
Those  the  great  days,  and  that  the  heroic  age." 


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